Oh the coldness of winter with its sweet facade
of covering the same old town with sadness it once had
with the snow, the innocent and cruel
as if unaware of what transpired beneath its veil
The same fourth of August without you and me
whoever we used to be
it's a sad thing to be the only one to remember
or the only one stuck in the nostalgia of "together"
Now that I look back, I still can't see why
or how, or when the truth ended and we ate lies
but maybe at some point, this same fourth of August
whatever it was for us, was better off lost
Once the winter subsides, and we see warmth in our own
may we see what we survived and how we've grown
because once we were each other's tears and fears
but also for once we were our strength and dears
So to my fourth of August who will soon cease to be
may you see flowers in winters without me
because soon the fourth of August will just be another day
no more sadness, no more "what ifs" will replay
Because like all poets and sad people
I am waiting, I remain hopeful
for the spring, for the sun, for happiness to come home
so for now, in this comfort, in this longing, I roam
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Sorry for not being able to update for quite some time, I was trying to get my shit together :)) I hope you're doing well too.
xoxo
xrxs
